Selected poems| Mo Daoduo's lover is in the world, and there are hundreds of sorrows on the road of wind and clouds

Partridge HeavenLy Leaf Branch

Text/Star not Star

When will the curly leaf chase the wind rest? It is hard to leave the branches and travel.

Although there is no pink shadow return companion, there are songs and songs singing in late autumn.

The cold clouds dissipated and looked back. Time flies.

Qingshan is not afraid of flying frost, and the green water often swings a boat.

"Seven Absolute FrostFall"

Text/East Side

The grass and trees are depressed and frosted, but the maple red ridge is fragrant.

The small garden chrysanthemums compete for beauty, and the apricot leaves flutter away from the geese.

Sauvignon Blanc

Text/Scaleless

Poetry is full of notes, ink is full of notes, red wax condensed beads are difficult to speak at night, and acacia is entangled.

The cloud is speechless, the moon is speechless, where to send a love letter, Dongjun has never been idle.

"Chongyang"

Text/Everest

Gui Rui was dark and drunk in autumn, and the west building looked at the geese flying south.

Alone in the autumn moon, the ancient road single clothes returned for a few days.

"Frost Falls"

Wind-stained forest apricot leaves yellow, a pool of residual lotus with oblique sun.

Jiangnan autumn is full of beauty, and the winter outside the plug is frosted.

The danfeng on the edge of the ridge competes with the beauty, and the daisies on the edge of the fence compete for the same fang.

The thin shadow of the sycamore stands in front of the court, and the light wine wears the intestines to remember the hometown.

Autumn Tour

Text/Rabbit Wave

The red egrets are cloudy, and the zepan west wind recedes in the twilight.

Guests enter the reeds in autumn, and the willow-colored shadows of the pedestrians flutter.

Sit and watch the lake and mountain victory, and enjoy the gentle waving of the sun and moon whip.

The wheel of time is irreversible, and the shrew head is quiet and good to make a pot fairy.

"Reading Du Fu's Collection"

Text/Lee Ka Wing

A lifetime of elegant gai Cao Liu, sick bones rushing to the old age.

Two sideburns are limited to hate, and the thirty-year verses are sad.

In his eyes, Hu Qiao was clinging to it, and in his dreams, the sound of the river was night and night.

The most is that the sky is not economical, and it is leisurely in the world.

"Let Out" one

The six reincarnations are natural, and dreams are like rivers and seas.

Floating square inches and how poor and hateful, the world is ordinary for a hundred years.

Peng Zu finally went with the clouds, and the cockroaches only saw hibiscus flowers.

The red dust is difficult to disobey, and Mo envies the toon to live eight thousand.

"Nian Nu Jiao, Hidden Xu Song "Thousand Hundred Degrees" Lyrics"

Poor skinny horse, let the rivers and lakes travel thousands of miles, for whom to run.

The wild shop lights are heavy with wind and snow, and a pot of spring wine is lonely.

A few paragraphs of new sorrow, four more fireworks, cold intrusion into the sleeve.

Ten years of traces, looking back under the lights.

The past is poignant and unforgettable, the partridge clears its grievances, and the old ones are connected to the old.

Don't call acacia to sleep, how to wake up in the dream.

The sea of geese is up and down, the guest is firmly depressed, and after the age of one year, it is prosperous and withered.

Half-broken, how many dogs.

"Moonfall"

The moon sets on a thousand mountains and is cold, and a goose cries in autumn.

Recently, I have been hurting my dreams and not going to the north and west of Jiangxi.

"Sting"

The willows are slightly rainy, and the festivals are stinging.

White trees and plum blossoms, Bixi spring water rush.

"Seven Laws visiting Lujia Middle School"

Text/Jiang Bo (Sichuan)

Back in the dream of the magic dance, this time is still in the mirror.

The pen is still deeply understood, and the piano book can be read but not opened.

Once pity the relics under the candle, I still want to learn from the talent.

Mo Daoduo's lover is in the world, and there are hundreds of sorrows on the wind and clouds.

"Seven Laws of the Sea"

The sea air waves thousands of flowers, and the quiet and beautiful mountains live in people's homes.

The fish row waves and autumn waves are far away, and the magpies rise up and leave the gui fog obliquely.

Tearful Dongjun poured out wine, and the young girl with eyebrows leaned on camellia.

The fairy-shaped style is dusty, as if seeing the moon in the sky.

"Seven Absolutes: Looking forward to the Mid-Autumn Moon"

The jade girl is in the sky with the moon, listening to the autumn scenery to ascend the immortals.

Bashan Ji is now brilliant, remembering to think of his relatives to return.

"Seven Absolutes, Xin Ugly (Cow) Mid-Autumn Moon"

A watery moon is full of pleats, and a thousand gold will walk Pisces.

Horizontal and quiet Bi Xiu is still around, and it is not possible to think of acacia from the beginning.

"Seven Absolute Mid-Autumn Miscellaneous Poems"

(i)

Chrysanthemum leaves flutter to see the temperament, a thousand branches and put ten thousand mountains.

Still don't worry about endless, don't listen to the rain with the autumn wind.

(ii)

In the scene, the rain and dew follow, and the flowers are fragrant.

The Ba people look at the knot and live in the heart, when the new autumn moon in Shudi is full.

"Seven Absolutes: The Qinhuai River at Night"

Under the moon, Qinhuai is green and watery, and the sky is long and the road is full of clouds.

Qianzhong Guizhuan Qiangan Jade, Cui Gai Han today to the guest clothes.

"Seven Absolutes , Fuzhou New Town • Lanting Has a Daughter"

Lan Ting Jade Lady Hui Tian'en, the adopter carried the pot into the broken door.

Do not hate rouge without a fixed color, find and remember the king.

"Tasha Line, Occasional"

Text/Tianya is a tired guest

Waking up drunk is inseparable, and enmity will be afraid. A singing voice who knows the taste.

After an unprecedented right and wrong heart, Fang closed two eyes and tears.

Rich and cloudless, floating and floating. Red Dust loves to sing heavenly immortals.

The east wind passed and the west wind, and the flowers fell in it.

《Nishietsuki Confession》

Boil the wine and fill in the words as you like.

Occasionally, when you will be gentle with whom, you will mislead the style of the stream of talents.

Pen and ink are still rewarded, but money is left.

Tianya lang is ashamed of his family's kindness, but he fights to the death for the country.

"LangTaosha • Sending Jingzhou"

Tonight lying down to listen to the flute, people are thin and delicate.

The soul of Chu Tianyao was released. Forty years ago, there was a song that led the way.

The horse went to the south tide and did not take off his robe.

Dream haunting legs to know each other. It is not idle bullet parting tears, the old Ji hissed high.

"LangTaosha Send jingzhou universal suffrage"

Folding Gui sent branches to autumn, hurting his eyes.

Danzhou dreams of Jingzhou. Eyes full of Xiao Xiao's ancient affairs, but white but human head.

The righteous words can be praised, and the geese have passed away their sorrows.

In the end, the name of the merit has not been stolen. A green shirt full of sleeves, the old and why ask.

"Waves and Sands, Drifting Ten Thousand Springs River"

When the bamboo raft drifts, at the turn of spring and summer.

Ride the waves to compete for a penny. Therefore, whoever comes to talk about Yi Yong in the old days only hates Yi Yong.

Looking north at the Han River, the flute Xiao Xiao.

The sound of small songs calls for poetry. The wind is just right, and the clothes are fluttering.

"Lang Taosha Lixia Sends Nostalgia"

Drunken eyes look at the river, the waves are overturned.

Feihong splashed everywhere. Whoever traveled sent me the book, it was difficult to return it.

Spring has decayed and fallen into disarray.

Memories are all old celebrations. If you want to make a light boat go with the waves, where there is a township pass.

"Surfing the Sands and Drifting lake"

Lie alone in a fishing boat and let it drift.

Tree Shadow Lake ripples into the eyes. The moon is in the blue sky and the people are in the water, than looking at the empty.

Who pays for loneliness? Not a sad autumn.

A few lights are so gentle. It is afraid that the heartstrings will not be accurate and broken Qingxiu.

Facing the sea, look for light with black eyes. Founded on November 16, 2015, the Poetry Club takes "giving voice to grassroots poets" as its mission and carries forward the "spirit of poetry" as its purpose, that is, the pursuit of the truth, goodness and beauty of poetry, the artistic innovation of poetry, and the spiritual pleasure of poetry. He has published a collection of poems co-authored by poets, "Spring Warm Blossoms of Reading Sleeping Poems" and "Grass Long Warblers Flying in Reading Sleeping Poems". The poets work tirelessly, the poetry club forges ahead, constantly innovates, recommends excellent poems, produces high-quality poetry collections, recites excellent works, recommends poets' works in various forms, lets more people read excellent works, appreciates poetry culture, we are on the move!